Waking up in the morning is actually the easiest part of my day. There are very few things that I'm good at, but waking up for school in the morning is one of them partly because, well, I woke up.
I mean, I didn't not wake up.
Mom always brews this coffee she gets from the hotel she works at, and it fills our home with delicious coffeeness. Every morning, Mom fixes my coffee into a red, paper cup from the hotel and sends me off with my little sister, Gracie, for the bus. This particular morning, there are a few new kids leaving for school. I could tell because of how many unfamiliar backpacks and raincoats walked across the apartment complex parking lot towards the highway.
Gracie, my mom, and I have lived here at "Walter Tide Apartment Homes" for six years. Mom met the owner of the complex at a law firm shortly after splitting with my dad.
His name is Don.
The owner. Not my dad.
My dad doesn't have a name.
Don cut her a deal on our home, and now they're friends. She brings him flan cake whenever he comes to town. Speaking of friends, I should talk about Damian and Trevor.
Trevor is an asshole. Moving on.
I'm just kidding. Trevor means well, but he doesn't sugarcoat anything. He wants told his now ex-girlfriend, "I'll be over you in 48 hours," after finding out she cheated on him. Classic. Needless to say that he handles himself...independently.
Trevor Eastbrook is Oldsmobile39. Yes, like the car brand. He loves cars, and he believes that he will die at the ripe age of 39 by sheer will power. I couldn't tell you why. Most things that come out of Trevor's mouth can only be repeated or explained from his mouth, but the Trevor-isms never get old. I also don't believe Trevor was conceived by humans. I'm pretty sure he just willed himself into existence as a 17-year-old...so I'm sure he can will himself right out of existence, too.
Damian Quinones is True_Light. He's our voice of reason. He doesn't swear, watch porn, or talk trash. He's what adults call a " a good influence." We, on the other hand, call Damian a "princess." He is our moral compass and constant, and anyone would be lucky to have a friend like True_Light. Damian is also the one that I go to for advice whereas Trevor is my hype man.
Together, Damian and Trevor are the angel and devil that sit on my shoulders.
Holden Havens is Sails. That's me. I'm Sails because...well, aesthetic.
"H-Chat" is where the three of us live on the internet. It's the greatest thing ever invented. You create a username and a chat room (ours is titled, "c o o l g u y s 5 e v e r") then chat with whoever is algorithmically placed into your queue. H-Chat also has features where users can play mini-games, voice chat, send photos, and other stuff. For instance, H-Chat's developers design new games using the chat text every day. Sometimes, users can click other user chat text and it will all explode inside the conversation timeline. We particularly enjoyed the idea of dropping "f-bombs". Other days, you can use your arrow keys to control capital A's to shoot your friends' words like the old Atari game "Asteroids."H-Chat is the greatest thing ever invented. Have I said that already? Oh. The best part. You can meet cute girls from all over the world.
Seattle, for instance. Yeah, that's where she's from. It started with "f-bombs" in the text chat then a little complaining about our personal lives...but she loved the rain in Seattle.
Rain City.
